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Green Book Staff 

Editor ...•• » Arthur Hughes 

Associate Editor • •••. Lamarr Zimmerman 

Literary Editors , Ruth Allen 

Kenneth Miller 
Art Editors •••... . •.••• Martha Maybury 

Shirley Rose 

Patrick Coffee 

Feature Editor •••• •••••••••••• Althea Merritts 

Humor Editors Clifford Walton 

Frank Young 
Sports Editors ..,,..., ...... Clifford Keys 

Ollie Black 
Business Managers .....•.•• Virginia Brown 

Lawrence Watkins 
Typists ••• Wilma Toung 

Kenneth Toder 

Kermit Clingerman 



Table of Contents 

Dedication 

Editorial ••••..•••••.•••• Arthur Hughes 

A Brief History of E, N, C ..••.••••• Lamarr Ziramennan 

E, N. C,»s Struggle For Financial Stability ...•..•• Althea Merritts 

Ihy Are We Here Arthur Brown 

Purpose of a College Education .,..,. ... •.••• Wilma Racz 

The Turning of the Tide Robert Lutz 

Royal Competition •• Wilma Young 

Faculty Fantasy ,, ...•• Martha Maybury 

Roommates or Inmates ...•••• Clifford Walton 

Love, A Disease • ..••••• Kenneth Miller 

that's Funny , Carlton Gleason 

The Way to a Man's Heart •....•.*•• Ellsworth McAfee 

Doughnut Shop Parade •••••...• Theona Fry 

Run A Mile ••••••«•• •.•••••••• Jean Delp 

The Hunt Roy McClain 

Post— War Battlefield John Golden 

Abie ••••••••••••••••.•••• Rocco Cerrato 

One Day ....♦ William Helm 

A Memorable Thanksgiving , .•••••• Arthur Hughes 

Freshmen Girls in Sports ... Ollie Black 

Freshmen Boys in Sports Clifford Keys 

Hits and Bits ♦... •• Arthur Hughes 

Freshman Humor , Clifford Walton 

Frank Young 



^y Call ,«..• .••••• Edward Thompson 

How I Can Serve God in Nursing ••• Margaret Taylor 

Ihy Must I Preach , Arthur Brown 

11^ I Want to be a Missionaiy ,•,...•,•... ?/ilma Racz 




|H I o her whose life is a testimony of the power of God, 
iVhose indefatigable efforts through the years have helped to mold 

Eastern Nazarene College's Christian tradition, 

Ihose effervescent personality proves an inspiration to all and. 
Whose virtues of loyalty, sincerety, and leadership have instilled 

a deep sense of appreciation within us. 

To our friend and adviser, 

MISS ALICE SPANGENBERG, 
we respectfully dedicate the 
19U7 Green Book. 



On the Sea of Transition 

^■r astern Nazarene College is grovdng u^j, s.na we as memters of 
the Clo-s;=. of 1D5Q must grow with it. Ours is the privilege and the re- 
sponsibility of being a part of the present period of tramsition, 

Longfellow has written, "There is no death; ?? hat seems so is transi- 
tion." E. il. C. b&.s not suffered deatn as a small college, nor will she 
ever be called upon to face such a fate, but she is moving ahead, and as 
she progresses new problems will arise. 

Longfellow v>asn»t thinking of tne possibility of spiritual death 
which is an ever-present danger, but he does bring to our remembrance a 
very vital question tr^at we must answer. Shall E. N. C. pass through this 
transition successfully and rewain spiritually alive? ?'e hole the key to 
unlock the future for E. W. G. Vt'e are the crest of the rising wave of pro- 
gress. The leaders of tomorrow shall be citosen from the students of today. 
Let's begin our preparation by qualifying spiritually even noY-. Let's 
continue to be tne crest of toe ^-ave that is speedily carrying us across 
the sea of transition. Let's be prominent for Christ even though the v-orld 
m^y be blind to our prominence, 

E. N. C. hiis known struggle and has had to v;age a determined fight 
for its existence. Spiritual leaders of yesterday and today have won for 
her a place in the sun. Bimbleness, complete 
consecration, love, and hours of communion with 
God are the spiritual qualities that Iriave spell.ea 
success for E. N. C, and they are waiting for us 
to manifest them anev; to insure the continued 
existence of E. N. C. as s center of holiness. 




A never-cimnging God expects of us the same attitudes, love, end obedience 
tiiat He required of the founders of our sciiool. Ke expects, and £S ^e 
yield to Kim, so Tiill E. N. C. gain momentum as a Christian force in a 
needy world. 

Must we stand by and be spec te tors only to the pictitre of need tb£.t 
is before us, or is there sometMng we cfe.n do to ©id and abet ti-ie cause 
of Christ and E. N. C? You have heard it saUi that the whole is no bet- 
ter than its individuax parts, ^e, as the largest clsss that has ever 
entered E. N. C, must be successful for Christ in oraer tii/^t it might be 
said of E. N. C, "There is no death, no spiritxiai death,'' We cannot be 
one hundred per cent for Christ until each individual of our number comes 
to knovi Him in the fulness of His great salvation. TMs, the salvation 
of our clasEinstes should be our secondary objective, in order that vie might 
reach our primary objective, the successful beaching of ¥... N. C.'s transi- 
tional wave. 

Scores of colleges ha.ve bad their beginnings -with Christ as the Pre- 
siding Officer. They hs.ve fallen by the v;ayside through negligence and 
sin. They passed tiirough their transitional fjeriods and have died spiri- 
tually. They live today as educational giants who have dropped the most 
important course from their curricula, the teachings of Jesus Christ, '^e 
must not suffer a similar fate. We must arise to new heights for niirist. 
We must grov' with E, N. C. until she is only changed ir thfit she is a 
greater force for Christ than she is at present, ^^''e are just the beginning 
of the transition, but there can be but one ending if we remember our debt 
to the Christ of the j^ges. 



wM ast actions determine to a great extent the behavior and reac- 
tions of most of us« They also may influence what we shall do or be in 
the days that lie ahead. 

The successes of those irtio have gone before often Inspire us to newer 
and higher heights. In looking back at E,N,C, we are encouraged in be- 
lieving that she shall continue winning new victories in Christ, Look 
with us at E,N,C, in the pages that follow. 



Pii story of F.W.G. 




Pre-Wolls ston .Days. 
1900 L 

astern Nazerene College v.as founded to serve the needs ard in- 
terest of Christian young people, &nd since the original corner stone v-'ss 
laid, many cherished milestones have been passed. 

In 1902, tfter an abbreviated stay of tvo years at Saratoga Springs, 
Few York, the Pentecostal Collegiate Institute moved to North Scituate, 
Rhode Island. The location sufficed until 1918, vhen the Institute A\as 
placed under tlrie control of the Eastern Educational Zone of the Nazerene 
Church and the nev^- Eastern Nazerene College vtas authorized by "Rhode Island 
to grant the A.B. degree. 



The Growth of E.N. C. 

1919 brought a climfcijc. 

The present site in Woilaston, Masse cifxasetts \vas purchased. The once 
stately "Mansion", &t this time, Teas tne hub of the Qiiincy Mansion School, 
8 finisliing school for girls. 

Elm Avenue was a lazy ±ane leaoing to the beach then. The campus wes 
a long lawn, dotted isith magnificent pines and elms, end only tirree build- 
ings brcke nature's landsc&_'e. The 'bender-bruised' Mansion, the 'Friday- 
special' Manchester, and the 'scented card- 
board' are still standing. Oh, yes, I nearly 
forgot — the Mansion even h£.d hinges on the 
doors — TliEN. 

Rev, J.E.L. Moore, the first president, 
maintained hign hopes for tte growth of tiie 




college as the first gradTiating class of 1925 reached a grand total of four. 
Among txiDse graduates -were some of E.N.C.'s future euiinect leaders, end 
some are still serving in the ranks today — still carrying the torch of 
Christian education. They were Prof, Spangenberg, Rhetoric instructor, 
and Mrs. F. Nease, Eegistrar. The present Freshirian cla^ss boasts of tn 
enrollment of. approximately 170, the largest class in the entire history 
of the sciiool. Shoiild Goc tarry, 1950 will be another milestone of ac- 
complishment. There will be another group who will have equij)ped them- 
selves for further Christian service. 

Within the next several years the atiiletic field, wiinro Hall, snd 
the Gymnorium were erected, snd then came a great day in the history of 
E.N.G. In 1950 our Alma Mater was granted a charter by the Coimonv?ealth 
of Massac iiusetts to confer the A,B. degree. In the same year the present 
administration building, Fovaer K&ll, was erected. 

Depression Vb. Education. 

'riard-times' were herel Students advanced ii£.^f -dollars on their bills 
so tha.t the classrooms could be v^armed enough for lectures. Professors 
sacrificed and placed tiiieir faith in God as months passed without any sala- 
ry. Yes, the;7 got it later, but it took the grace of God to hold on. It 
was a struggle for students and parents alike for a child to go to school, 
but walks hb.d to be shoveled, wood iiad to be chopped, and every dime had 
to be saved txiat His work might be carried on. 

Eastern N&zareme College was built on a courage — real courage I 

Educational Strides. 

Came 1941, end another educational milestone was passed. i*gain the 
Commonwealth of Massachusetts recognized the progress of that little Koli- 



ness School on Elm Avenue, A chs-rter was granted to confer the degrees of 
B.S., Til. E., snd A.B. in T'beoiog.Y. In 1943 and 1944, E.N.C. v^as elected 
to the membership in tiie Mew Engl&nd Association of Colleges and Secondary- 
Schools and the Association of American Colleges, respectively. Recently 
E.N.C, dear E.N.C, has been recognized as iiaving made, next to Ife.rvard 
University, the most advances for the betterment of the science departments. 

Everyone's Challenge. 

Eastern Nazarene College has gro7,Ti just as its graduates have grovn, 
and Eastern Nazarene College v>ill continue to grow Just as we are going to 
grov/. ?/e are 8 part of her. 

Lest we forget- — "first things first," Tten, snd only then vrill the 
stalvi^art tradition live on, and will E.N.C be a great institution, favor- 
able in the sight of God. 



E.N,C.»s Struggle For Financial Stability 

!■ •!! be E.N.Cing you," Undoubtedly you could find this state- 
ment in mai^ autograph books, whether you were in northern Maine, southern 

Penn^lvania, or over in Ohio ^yes, wherever the E.N.C. Quartet has been. 

The quartets which travel over the country representing Eastern Nazarene 
College remind us of one of the greatest problems which has confronted this 
college, the struggle for financial stability. 

Going back to the early days of E.N.C,, we find that even the acquisi- 
tion of the new location here in Wollaston was a step of faith. For in 
those days E.N.C. was a small school and the purchase of a new location 
was a great undertaking. For a few years the buildings were adequate for 
the size of the student body. However, with the increase of the student 
bo(fy came a need for more buildings. A girl's dormitory was the first to 
be erected. This building, called Munro Hall, cost |1;0,000,00, 

As the college continued to grow, more and better classrooms were 
needed. In 1929 the Administration building was erected at a cost of 
1110,000,00, It was completed Just before the depression. Pledges had 
been taken over the zone toward the elimination of this debt. Then the 
stock market crashed and the depression came. This meant that many pledges 
which were made in good faith could not be paid. But the God who supplies 
the needs of E.N.C, today was likewise faithful in those days, and this 
debt was eliminated, JV -s r- ^ ^ ^ 

-,^ ps.ooo. 

The income during the depression was extreme- oO 
ly low. The administration and faculty worked for 
a small salary of which they received only a frac- 
tion to keep the college going, VHhen Dr, Williamson 
became president in 1936 there were obligations. 




including back salaries amounting to $200,000. 00, 

Several campaigns have been put on, including a |25>000.00« drive in 
I9U2 and the final mortgage eliminating campaign in 19kh, 

Then in 19U^ a campaign was launched for a new building the wing 

to Munro Hall, This cost $138,000,00 including the equipment. 

With the termination of the war and the increased enrollment of service 
men, the need for a boys' dormitory is greater than ever. Plans are now 
under way for this building. The estimated cost is |l50,000,00. 

Although the critical point in this struggle for financial stability 
has xmdoubtedly passed, there will be more financial worries. However, we 
believe that as long as E.N.C, remains, a holiness college and keeps God 
first, there will continue to be victory over financial struggles. 



^M j VLT happy present is uppermost in all of our minds. As a Christ 
centered class we are happy. We are an interested class, interested in 
•writing, talking, working and plajring. We are a confident group. We be- 
lieve in ourselves. We believe in E,N,C, We expect to leave our mark 
upon E,N,C, and not just upon dormitory walls. What we are arri what we 
feel are expressed in the themes that follow. 



Ylhy Are We Here? 



c 



he veterans get everything around here," Recently a young lady 
on our eaapus made this statement which, together with several others of 
the same nature, has inspired me to take pen in hand and write. 

We, the veterans, are not here to take over the school, now are we 
here to get anything that is not coaing to us. We do not ask for pity if 
some of us are nervous and unsettled. We do not ask any professor to give 
us high grades because of our military background. All we ask is that 
teachers be patient with us while we make our adjustment to civilian life 
again. We do not ask our fellow students to admire and look up to us. 
We but ask that we be allowed to forget the chaos of war, the constant 
drudgery of service life, and the thoughts of guns, planes and bombs. Let 
us be members of the crowd, students of the college, just regular fellows. 

We, tiie veterans, are here for a purpose as others are. Those of us 
wbD are studying for the ministry have been thro?m into the T^orld of sin 
diuring our military careers. We have returned and are in college to pre- 
pare ourselves to fight the immorality and evil corruption Miich is now 
threatening our nation. 

Those of us who are in college majoriiig in other subjects such as 
chemistry, mathematics, or science are students primarily because we have 
seen the need of a better citizenry in our na- 
tion. The amalgamation of men of all sorts and 
races whom we have met in the service has 
brought to us a realization of the need of 
Christian men in the various careers in wnich we 
major. 




All of us are here to prepare ourselves in an intellectual sense to 
prevent the recurrence of another world v^ar. 

Perhaps it has never ^^ccurred to those who accuse us of getting every- 
thing around here, that during the past five or six years there has been a 
giving on the part of veterans that might have been the giving of every- 
thing instead of the getting of everything. TTe appreciate tne fact ti:iat 
we do not have to work our way through college, but while many others were 
attending college, some of us were fighting to keep that privilege for 
theia. T«'e did not ask for what we are getting but we appreciate it. How- 
ever, it ^oiild be well for some people to think before saying we are get- 
ting too much, jfeven't we earned it? 

Way are we here? We are here because God saw fit to let us return. 
We are here to prepare oxorselvee to be better citizens of a great nation. 
Most of us are here to serve God to the utmost of our ability. We request 
that we be allowed to live a peaceful, normal, happy life with others, lie 
want to be forgotten as veterans. Let us be just another group of regular 
fellows. 



The Purpose of a College Education 

^/^^ W ^^^ "»"'6 here? This question is an important one for every 
freshioan to consider. I have been a college student for only two months, 
but ay contacts Tfith other college st\jdents have given me a. revelation on 
this subject. 

At the dinner table one night a student leaned over to me and whis- 
pered, "I think I'll go home and go to work. I find study too hg.rd a job; 
it was a mistake that I came to college." Did this student think she 
could get a college education without the discipline of the study-grind? 

Another student said she wanted all A's in her co\irses — notliing 
less would satisfy. 

Still another young woman revealed that she was here chiefly seeking 
a life partner. 

A fourth student, a young man, confessed the.t he did not know mhy 
he T?as here. 

Do not these illustrations indicate that sone students are missing 
the raark? They have not paused long enough to analyze the purpose of a 
college education. 

Vfny are we here? Are we here to advance our social standing? Are 
v/e here to get high mai'ks? Are v:e here to seek a mate? Are we here be- 
cause college is a good place to spend four years of our lives? I am 
willing to admit that an affirraative ans?-'er to 
t.iese questions would not be entirely wrong. But 
you will agree that basically we must go beyond 
these reasons; we must have a deeper purpose in 




being here, 

thj am I here? Because I feel the need for a good foundation for ay 
life; I feel the need for a liberal education; I feel the need for a li- 
beral perspective; I feel the need to broaden my horizon. And I expect 
Eastern Nazarene College to meet say needs. Having laid the foundation, 
I sha.ll need to specialize in a major field of stady. ?»e have to practice 
what Emerson calls the "science of omitting." He states that no man can 
identify himself with ail desirable movements, master all tempting studies, 
excel in all arts, pursue ail trades. We cannot give attention to all 
things. The world is large and life is short. Many interests appeal to 
us which we have to leave severely alone. Life's margin is too narrow. 
A few tlungs at most are all we can well manage, 

I firmly believe that God has a place and a purpose for every life, 
and if one wholeheartedly seeks to find His will, he shall not be dis- 
appointed. ?>'hen one has found the will of God for his life, he should set 
out to fulfill that will rith all his might. As a physician adapts his 
medicines to his patients, so the college student in due time should adapt 
his knowledge to this needy world. The world is waiting for our service, 
?v'e need to recognize the need all around us, and purpose to do something 
about it I Then our college education will not have been in vain. I went 
always to remember that I have entered Eastern Nazarene College to learn 
in order that I may depart to serve. 



Greenland, the West Indies, felt the iznpact of this modern Pentecost. 

Do you suppose tmt we, as Nazarenes, have received ail that God wants 
to give us? We see tne need of our day, the threat of Russia to the mission 
program; we see other foes t^ireatening to forfeit the sacrifices of our boys 
in the global war, ?;e see the indifference of our world, the lethargy in 
the church world in general. 

Don't we need an outpoxiring of the Spirit of God, to enable us to meas- 
ure up to the rfesponsibilities that lie at our doors, to accomplish the her- 
culean tasks that confront us, to wage the Christian warfare and blitz the 
world for God? 

Is tiie Father witholding His pentecosts? Or might we receive power 
from on high, such as we have never seen, ever dreamed? Might we not see 
the general revival that has been lacking since the days of Moody? 

Churchmen told Mr. Moody that the day of mass revival was over. fDo 
we ever hear txiat now?) But tne evangelist stepped out alone, by faith, and 
utterly refused to believe such a thing. 

We know tne result. 

Suppose that some day in that other world we are informed by our 
Heavenly Father, sorrowfully, that had someone hiid faith enough and prayed. 
He could have sent a mighty revival in the middle of the twentieth century. 

Why couldn't such a revivi.1 start here, even at E,N,C., and spread like 
wild-fire to our home churches, to our districts, jumping denominational 
barriers, putting spiritual muscle into our country to sustain ttie great 
missionary drive, which must be carried out for our Lord? 

"According to your faitn, so be it unto you." 

Shall we have Pentecost, here, now? 

"Lord, increase our faith" "Help our uubexief," for Jesus' sake. 



Royal Competition 



^ 



et ready, get set. Col" With these Yjords the weeks of prepara- 
tion and tiring exercise came to an end, At last the day had arrived! I 
was Bitting in a massive room with approximately two hundred other girls all 
around me from ail parts of the state, competing for typewriting honors. 

The sound of the instructor's anticipated words filled me with a moinen- 
tary terror. My fingers seemed too r^avy for me, and out of proportion to 
the rest of my hand. How could I possibly get them to move? All tirie fin- 
ger limbering exercises I had rehearBed over and over again while back in 
tlie classroom were in vain, for at this precarious moment my fingers would 
not move. The manuscript before me seemed unreal, and the strange blacic 
machine stared at me like a monster before my frightened eyes. Calmly the 
efficient lookirg instinictor shouted those words which meant the test hsd 
begun. 

Typewriter keys clicked and carriages slammed back to the beginning 
margin. With a Royal typewriter before me, I sat stiffly in a straight 
backed chair, and stared intensely at the mii^eographed sheet at my side. My 
fingers flew as they never had before. I was conscious of being tested for 
accuracy as well as speed. 

As the ringing of bells, pounding of k-eys and slamming of carriages 
greeted my ears, I knew thsit I was just one of 
many in this group of honor -loving teen-agers. 
As I hurried on, my f-.ngers traveled nimbly from 
one key to the next. Words grew irto sentences, 
sentences into paragraphs. The more I typed, the 




more ccnfidect I became. An exhilexE-ting joy filled my heart. Perhaps I 
could win £ |xrize for our school. Efc>w proud my parents would be. The 
peckirg of the keys continued, end the constant tingle of the bells made the 
huge, high ceilinged room seem strangely alive v.lth tense excitement. Once 
ttirough the manuscript — twice through the manuscript — space bar, margin re- 
lease, click, click, click — and then the clear sound of the finish gong 
eclioed throughout that busy room and the noise of tiie machines began to die 
down. A stray click here and there, and then complete silence. The ten 
minutes were up, and the test was over. 

A few weeks later the results of the test were announced. I walked 
across the stage of our high school auditorium to receive my certificate as 
one of the ten highest students. 



Faculty Fantasy 

^■Uc ev. John William's ciiildren had been begging for weeks to go ice 
skating on tne pond over yonder, "Daddy, why Cc-n't Tve go, huh, Daddy?" 
pleaded Tommy with a big salty Soteriades falling on his cheek. 

"?i!ell, son, ' I just want to Shields you from danger. I want you to 
live to be a big Mann," answered the preacher. 

"But we won't go MacFarland out, honest we v.on't," he continued. 
The Parson's wife looked up just tnen and said in sympathy with the chil- 
dren, "Dad, we Owens it to them to let them have sorae fun." 

"Well, if they don't Harris me any more, I guess they can go tomor- 
row," consented Dad. 

"Birrayl Hurray 1" cried the Yoiing sters as they ran up-stairs as 
fast as their little legs would Parry them, and tlmt night four little 
pairs of Nease were bent in pi-ayers of tnankfiuness. 

Fariy the next morning Mother packed a lunch for them to take — 
hot chocolate and Spangenbergers. Soon the children ran noisily into 
the kitchen and gulped down their breakfast of Shrader wheat. Then they 
packed tne lunch and ice-skates on the sleigh which one of the wiHiam 
sons nad built and as tney were scrambling in ITOther called, "Bab-cock 
your hat and button your coat." ^\ 

Dad came running out vdth something they / '^l* • » — 
had forgotten. "Naylor on and we'll take it," \ ^^HF^K '^**<» 
Tommy shouted. AT^l ^^m y^k 

Finally all were tucked in and tne pony ^^^— A''^^^^^^ yM iji 
was Horton ana reacy to go. From the Hall Dad's ^K 'V" Jr il 



Bass voice called, "Be Goodnowl" 

Tommj' shouted back," You knov?- Rothv;ell we will I" 

Over the hill sped the little sleigh of happy children, kll were 
speechless soon as they glided through the silent, majestic snow covered 
Groves. They came to a halt in a sheltered Cove and they piled out. 
I'OEimy hid the lunch underneath tr^e heavy blankets and explained, "If 
we May bury the hot lunch under here it i^ron't be Gould off when we get 
back." Little Sally was tne first to try the ice. A-11 of a sudden the 
shining surface cracked and she fell into a big hole, "DelpI Delpl" 
she cried. 

The children vtere stricken with fear. Some one called "Mun ro her 
a line I" 

The danger was soon over however ana Sally was soon on solid 
ground, "i'.e ?fillkias tests the ice hereafter," they said. 

"Em mel never beg Daddy to death again either," whimpered Sally 
shivering ly. 

"A Mullen," breathed Tommy as if in benediction to the whole affair. 



Roommates or Inffitttes? 



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ollege life is e very merry life. When I thiiik ho^ Et first I 
abhorred it, I b&ve to laugh. 

The year got off to a good sttrt with only foia' of us rooming to- 
gether. 7:^ didn't have enough desise and closet epece, end ^e couldn't 
call our* souls our own. But there came a de.y when one of us gave up the 
ghost and went home. Then I was left to the mercy of tiie other two. 

My buddies are the worst eaters I have ever seen. Their consuuiption 
of edibles is not only amazing, but frightening. One or the otiier of them 
will go to the store and return with his arms so full of bundles he can 
hexdly see over the tops of them. Then begin a series of ah's and urn's 
and an occasional, vhat-have-you-got- there? Soon there is a ^.olfish rip- 
ping and tearing off of wrappings. Ifay, to satiate their hunger would take 
enough food for tv/enty men. 

Just as ?^e are finished, invariably some felloTv or felloT^s stick their 
heads in the door and ask whether we have any food. We point to the empty 
packages and debris and say glibly, ''Sorry, fellows." 

I think fellows ha.ve their noses trained to smell food a mile off. 
Very often some rowdy sticks Ms head in the door and asks for food. His 
question is, "IJave you any food?" Now we are to understand a "for me" on 
txie end of that question, but his reference not 
being clear, we can say no witliout qu©.ims. 

Now let's go back. I remember the first 
night as a night of horrors. Fellows were 
tramping in and out looking for beds, mattresses. 




pillO'P'S. I have tv;o cloisns for roonunateB. One tells corny jokeB way into 
the night tmd the other one doesn't catch on until you draw & diagram. 
Now wben I have a friend in and we argue tteology and miecelleneous items 
until one o'clock, I think I am only getting even. A dormitory is cer- 
tainly a grand place to view the Biman Comedy . 

I soon found out that we had musicians in the doriaitory. Their in- 
struments were peculiar and they played them in a strange way at rather 
inconvenient practice hours for the rest of us. They used to play ash 
cans by heaving theia dovm the stairs at t»relve or twelve thirty in the 
middle of the night. These ash can serenaders are now out of business, 
however. 

One morning at the refined hour of three, I was a spectator at a drama 
much more interesting tlian the one entitled. Young Doctor Malone Takes Out 
John's Other Wife. One of my roomiimtes, studious young man that he was, 
had decided to get up and study at three o'clock. This idea seemed ab- 
surd to me and I didn't believe he would do it. But, promptly at three 
his alarm went off. ]y^ dear comrade flew off the top bunk and landed with 
a crash on the floor. He got his books together and went to studying. I 
was well on my way back to the Land of Nod when a rasping voice spat out 
tlie words, "Shut that light off and go to bed." Nothing happened, "^he 
owner of the voice, perceiving that his order T;as not to be followed, got 
slowly out of bed and shuffled across the room. Ee pulled the plug and 
the room was plunged into Stygieji dajkness. Flesh 1 The light was on. 
Then began the greatest pushing in and pulling out of that plug that you 
ever sew. The argument ended in a draw, but there is no more tlriree o'clock 
studying . 

Let me ask in closing, "7yhere, but in a dormitory?" 



Love - A Disease 

^■Li Scotchman once said of love, 'Tis better felt than 'telt,' but 
froE observing it as a colj.ege disease, I believe »tis better telt.' It 
often strikes those vsjhose resistance is Icv/est, and in these days the icor- 
tality rate of weakened human beings called G.I.'s is highest. 

As a warning to those not yet in love's clutches let ise sound a note 
of precaution. Let it first be said th&t in nine-tenths of the case his- 
tories of the affected, the disease has led to the altar. After this 
seemingly painless operation the victim gradually loses his semblance of 
liberty, sanity and often consciousness. 

You viho have been observant know the modes and variety of sjinptoms. 
Often it breaks out in the most unsuspected, for love is no respecter of 
persons, ages or types. The diagnosis of tiie malady has as many variations 
as there are victims. To cite cases let us observe some sufferers. There 
is the "dreamer", who f^^oats about as if in the fifth dimension, the "gay" 
one, who goes about singing, "I'm gonna build a home for two or three or 
more," and then the totally oblivious victim who apparently does not see 
or hear. 

Beware of the wiles and connivings of the carriers of this disease, 
who often take the shsipe of pretty coeds. The more ai'tfully the disease 
is concealed, the more lethal the carrier becomes. The carriers are mx- 
merous and often successful by many long de- 
veloped tactics. There ere the helpless type, 
the homem^iker, the streairdined model, the piano 
player, and many more. Let it be said that each fi V 




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type enpioys a method that has proved successful in the past, and is to be 
respected. 

The disease is most successfully transmitted by such subtle means as 
a dreamy look or holding hands. The victim is cornered, resistance lowered, 
and a variety of methods »re employed. The result is confusion and utter 
collapse of the victim's morale. 

While tne disease is rampant in all seasons, it is stimulated at par- 
ticulai' seasons. In spring and autumn, pitfalls are core numerous. Tend- 
ing to lower the resistance are such obstacles to be overcome as the moon 
over Wollaston Beach, the balmy atmosphere of the caicpus and Friday night 
programs. 

By tills time the observant spectator has become aware of the many 
soft shoxilders in the road to immunity. Now the worst has been vjritten 
concerning this disease. Take heed - or pay the price. 



»Ti\liat's Fuimy?" 
A Sense of Humor 



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lat is funny? Nothing is funny tlKit defames, degrades, or in 
any way injures a person, or persons, or introduces a low trend of thought. 
True humor is an appeal to the ndnd — not to aninial instincts. The un- 
couth may laugh at tliat which injures another; but the joke that conceals 
a barb is not truly huEorous. The genuinely humorous story or prank does 
not have to depend upon depravity or inalice for successful acceptance for 
it appeals to the mentally alert on a higher plane, 

HuEor may range from the broad, slapstick variety to a subtle type 
that only the alert mind appreciates immediately. There are many persons 
who enjoy a pie-throwing contest, clom-nish capers, end crude stories. 
Otlier persons find merriment in clever parodies, allegories, analogies , 
and whimsical or freakish happenings or actions. Probably the most gener- 
ally appreciated joke is that which is told with the storyteller as the 
victim. This latter type of a joke is appreciated, not only because people 
approve that which implies huiaility, but because it is the most free from 
injurious reference to others. To be able to laugh at one»s self is an 
indication of a genuine sense of humor. 

Americans are known for their ability to laugh. It can only appear 
that there is something about our way of life that is conducive to hap- 
piness and hope even during a period of duress. The evidence of our 
humorous trend is everj'where; in comic strips, 
in advertising, in radio programs, and even un- 
derlying many of our more serious moments. 
Through many of the comic strips we ere made to 




laugh at oirrselves. In the comic strijjs Dagwood and Blondie, Out Our Way, 
ana others, we see ourselves mirrored and yet find ourselves to be proper 
objects for laiighter. 

Men in the business world find tlxat niore can be accomplished in less 
time with greater fellowship when the element of hui,ior is present. Busi- 
ness men carry their stock of jokes and puns and put them to work even in 
serious conferences. There can be no denial that sincere good humor 
creates an atmosphere tiiat breaks down luental and nervous tension and in- 
troduces a spirit of fellowship tiiat makes the solution of ?/eighty problems 
much easier. A humorous catch-phrase used in advertising will haunt the 
memory when more serious assertions are forgotten. 

It iias been said that America's number one secret weapon is her sense 
of humor. There is a question as to how secret it is, yet no one can deny 
tiiat it was a powerful factor in the winning of the recent world conflict. 
When men were so discouraged and disgusted that no officer could inspire 
them to greater effort, they have been made to laugh their dark moods a- 
way by some whimsical turn of events. The ability to find h\imor in near 
tragedy has proved to be the necessary psychological factor that has won 
victory from near defeat. 

True humor does not distract from the serious issues at ht.nd. It 
rather refreshes and stimulates the mind to a majcimum of efficiency. 



The Way To A Man's Heart 

^H t was my first Thanksgiving away from home in twenty-six years. 
There I was in Great Falls, Montana, a bustling, t/iriving city of 30,000 
fine people. The day was siinny and warm, the countryside was beautiful, but 
it was all lost on me. My thoughts were on my home in New Bedford, Massa- 
chusetts, and I could picture all tuat was going on in preparation for a de- 
licious t\irkey dinner. 

With a heavy heart I went to the serviceman's oasis, the U.S.O. There 
were a number of men there all feeling as I was. About six of my friends 
stood aroiind and of course we discussed food. 

Suddenly the hostess came up to us and wanted to know whether we would 
like to have a turkey dinner with some people outside the city, ^e looked 
at one another in amazement and were told this family always had a great 
number for their dinner. So, in two automobiles, eight soldiers drove to a 
small town in Montana called Belt. 

There were only a few buildings in the town, but the home we walked 
into immediately reminded me of home. We always had eight to fourteen people 
for Thanksgiving, and this house, a cottage with seven rooms, looked like a 
railway station with fifteen peOi^le walking around. 

After introductions were finished, everyone hfid name plates pinned on. 
Then, to my super-sensitive nostrils came the unmistakable odor of turkey, 
potatoes, turnips, dressing, cranberry sauce, 
pumpkin pies, apple pies, all cooking away mer- 
rily. 

While the rest of the boys acted like gentle- 
men, 1 stepped out into tne kitchen and asked if 




I could help. In two minutes flat I had an apron on and was mashing whB.t 
looked like a bushel of potatoes. 

There seem to be two schools of thought on ho?; to act while waiting 
for the call to eat. One is to get away from all the hustle and bustle of 
preparation and come in the house just at the right time. The other is to 
sit around and let tne v«arious aromas play havoc with your appetite. I be- 
long to the latter class. 

After what see/aed a long period of waiting, we all assembled around the 
table, lo me went the honor of giving thanks. And I had plenty to be thank- 
ful for. 

My portion of the meal started with apple juice; tnen in rapid fire or- 
der came a giant drumstick, mashed potatoes, ttirnips, thick brown gravy, 
Massachusetts "Ocean Spray" cranberry sauce, boiled onions, and stuffing. T 
had two helpings, but only because my host insisted I keep him company. 

Our desserts were mouth-7;atering banana cream pie, or pumpkin pie, or 
whipped cream cake, •-'ome persons had ail three, but I enjoyed every one. 

The boys split into t?-o groups of four and did the dishes. I washed in 
the second group, and had all of the pots and pans. 

It was necessary for ail of us to take a walk. I suggested a nap, but 
was told only pigs eat and then sleep. 

We had a grand day. iiVe sang iiymns and met some of the townspeople. 
You see, the next day all of us were leaving to go overseas. 



Doughnut Shop Partide 



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he customers wirio come into Ye Douglaiut Shojj where I work after- 
noons make up a parade more fascinating tJrian any the circus ever put forth 
because it is a parade of human beings in all their infinite variety. 

Mrs. — "-, well, tue lady that works in the movie theater across tlie 
street, comes in as usual singing, "Doing Fhftt Comes Naturally." She hes 
rather a regretful smile because already she has gained too much weight, 
but she absolutely must have her mid -afternoon cup of coffee. To compensate 
for the extra pound she might gain if sne should eat one of the "honey 
dips," she refrains and instead orders a half dozen to take home to her hus- 
band who, she assures us with a melancholy nod, is losing fast and may die 
&W <^2.y. 

The manager from the five and ten cent store walks in briskly with a 
business air of one representing Russell's Funeral HDm.e rather than Kresge's 
store. The only cheery note about him is his red polka-dot bow tie. Even 
the poiifdered jelly dougtinut and cup of fragrant coffee, the request for 
which he mumbled into the sport section of tiie Boston Globe, fail to take 
the frown off ids brow. As abruptly as he entered, our five-and-ten-cent- 
store friend leaves the shop and also the parade of customers just as an- 
other prospect comes in sight. 

"Kello, there, Syracuse," is the greeting of this friendly gentleman 
who, tiaving found out the. hsme city of his wait- 
ress, lets her know that he has a good mind to 
remember a city so far west, for it is, after all, 
beyond Albany, New York. At sight of a cheese on 




rj'^e sandvfich, amber-black coffee, end cinnamon doughnut our cbeerj' friend's 
eyes gsin a sparkle, and a huge grin em^raps his face. The coffee is good 
and a second cup is in order to eat with the last doughnut. 

The old gentleman is waiting impatiently over at tiie comer table 
for his order to be taken. When approached by the v^aitress he smiles a 
smile of relief and satisfaction and orders his usual egg salad sandwich, 
cup of coffee, and one plain doughnut. It goes without saying that a 
knife, fork, and glass of water must accompany his order, for, as he ex- 
plained before, he has false teeth and it's rather difficult to eat a sand- 
wich without these aids. A look of "good-girl" spreads over his face as 
the waitress brings his order plus the customary unasked-for aids. The 
old gentleman settles down to enjoy his lunch and to stare out the windo7*, 
perhaps to dream of bye-gone youth. 

More customers come in adding zest and color to the parade. A benevo- 
lent mother buys a dozen doughnuts, lets Jtinior have one before he leaves 
the shop, and she soon regrets lier act for a frosty mist appears all over 
the front of his jacket. 

Still the parade goes on. One may learn a great deal about human na- 
ture ir a dougimut shop. 



liim A Mile . . . 



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am afraid of dogs. Black or white, spotted or plain, brovm or 
yelloY/, it doesn't matter. Curly haired, straight haired, long haired or 
short haired, it makes no difference. Police, poodles, chor, cocker span- 
iels, hull, scotties or any other breed, they all frighten me. 

When I was a little girl I was told dogs bite and I shoiild never pet 
them. Their bark alv;ays scares me, and whenever I see a dog I make sure 
to keep my distance. I get very nervous x'yhenever I see a dog running 
loose on the street. I suppose the dog senses when a person is afraid. 

One day as I was going to school a dog caae toward me. I decided to 
cross the street and so did he. A minute later I found myself walking 
around a tree with that creature right at my heels. I couldn't waste too 
much time. Frightened, I ran to school and felt very lucky I wasn't 
bitten. 

At home on Sundays I used to walk about t?/o miles to church. Every 
time I came to a certain home I was sure to meet a dog. He would run and 
bark ferociously,, meicing me pick up speed. Regardless of how late it was 
when I left home, I was sure not to be late for service. 

Since I am getting older, I find it a little easier to be around dogs. 
But people must convince me that the dog is harmless. Even today when I 
meet a dog on the street, I'll say to anybody, 
boy or girl, man or woman, stranger oi" friend, 
"Will he bite? Please chase hirn away." 

Now I am in college,, laughing but still 
running. I try to be very brave for I notice 




that Woliaston has more dogs than I have ever seen. Just the other day 
it took me a half hour to walk tliree blocks. This certain dog would not 
stop following me, and I did my best to walk slowly and stay beside him, 
I thought he would be sure to give me a good chase, so we both trotted to- 
gether. When I came to the door of Munro Hail I found no one in sight. 
I waited till this dog turned his head and then made a quick dive into the 
building. Ah, it felt good to be safe in my room once more. 

Today we find some people would vralk a mile for a Camel (cigarette), 
but I would run a mile from a dog. 



The Hunt 



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he thrilling voice of an excited hound dog pulling eagerly at 
his ciT£in shatters the stillness of the cold crisp dawn. The rustle of the 
brittle leaves xmder the hunter's boot is muffled by an inch of freshly 
fallen snow, and the incoherent sounds from far beiow in the valley herald 
the birth of another day of the battle for existence. The heavy evergreen 
boughs suddenly awaken from a deep, silent slumber and suspend a powdery 
spray of dazzling snow on tixe long fingers of tiie winter sun as it creeps 
steadily over tiie rolling horizon. 

The coffiiTianding silence of a deep evergreen growth is tiireatened now 
and again by the v;hine of the dog as he works along a fresh track, i^ sharp 
roar echoes back and forth between the hills. The raggea rolling form of 
a cottontail crumples in a small clearing and lies deatidy still to await 
the laboring hound that proudly retrieves for his master. The skillful 
slash of a gleaming toadstabber exposes the steaming vitals, and the dog 
swellows whole his precious reward. The useless remains are qiiickly buried 
and only a crimson splotch on the snowy carpet remains to tell of the first 
kin. 

The g^irgling moan of captive water leads on to the brink of an icy ra- 
vine. Here and there the rapid stream breedcs tiirough its prison of ice and 
displays its splendor among the coated rocks, A 
jutting rise, beneath a giant hemlock growing 
from the floor of the ravine, is filled with the 
cheerful atmosphere radiating from a tiny camp- 
fire and the scent of burning pitch drifts noise- 



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lessly on the quickening breeze. An appetite cultivated by the hike in 
the snappy air is made even more acute v,ith the aroma of frying bacon and 
boiling coffee. Bread, held close to the glowing embers of hemlock bark, 
is transformed to a golden brown delicacy, and a frozen snow apple from a 
wild tree back on the hillside completes the satisfying lunch. 

The druinming start and the straight beating flight of a partridge re- 
calls the domir.ant hunting instinct. Two clipped explosions ere absorbed 
by the evergreen foliage and a sigh of diseppointment acknowledges failure. 
Two steps, drtunifling, a shot, and a shower of featners account for the mate 
of tne more fortunate bird. The talented hound soon discovers the in- 
geniously camo\iflaged bird and carries it to his master. 

Suddenly a small herd of deer appear, display their hypnotizing beauty 
and coordination, and disappear with bfirely an audible sound. The dog 
whines and protests but remains faithful to his roaster's will that he ig- 
nore this beautiful game. 

The bite of tiie dry snow finally penetrates the hunter's boots and 
a glance at the early winter sky reveals a graying east lost from the grasp 
of a shrunken, dull yellow sun desperately clinging above the southwestern 
horizon. As it is swallowed by the conquering hills, en overwlielming 
yearn for human companionship turns the hunter's boots back toward Ms 
valley and his people. 



Post-War Battlefield 

^„.«....„..„........ 

"queue" up for hours to receive their meager aj-lotment of food. I have seen 
hungry Frenchmen shop in j»itifully stocked grocery stores. I have seen the 
once proud Germans scraaibliK^ for the garbage from American army kitchens. 
I have seen the Belgians begging for waste grease and coffee grounds, I 
have seen soldiers wait in line for hours to get something to eat. But 
never have I witnessed anywhere a scene equal to an American grocery store 
on Irieday evening. 

Last Friday night my wife and I went to a nearby grocery store to pur- 
cirnse our week-end food supjply, Ihe store was bulging with just about 
everytiiing in a gourmet's dream, and people v/ere milling around from one 
counter to another. As is the usual custom on Friday evenings a groiip had 
crowded themselves together in the rear of the store near the stockroom door 
from which all the precious, hard-to-get items were issued. People were 
knocking and shoving without offering an occasional "excuse me" or "pardon 
me," My wife and I decided that it would be much safer if we continued our 
shopping at the other end of the store. 

I was leaning lazily against our grocery cart wnen a distinguished look 
ing couple caught ny eye. There were perhaps in their sixties and both ap- 
peared to be in the best of health. The gentle- 
man was tall, gray-haired, and quite handsome. 
His wife was his equal in every respect. They 
seemed to be taking their time shopping, and more 
than anyone else, they seemed to shun the mob that 




was seeking those priaed commodities. As I observed the man I admired his 
reserved manner and could not help wishing tnat some day I might be as quiet 
and well mannered as he, 

Hiy wife and I finally decided to leave. By t.his time the distinguished 
gentleman was in line waiting his turn to ^jass by the castiier. The frenzied 
mob was still gathered around the stockroom door, becoming more and more im- 
patient. 

Suddenly t-iiere appeared from nowhere two white-clad figures. Apparent- 
ly they had come out the back door and slipped :^uietly in the front entrance. 
They nad in their arms two crates of soap powder. Although we he.d tried in 
vain all evening to stay clesr of the raob, we were suddenly in the midst of 
it. Bedlam broke loose everywhere. 

The Tale of Tw o Cities, which I had read recently, was still fresh in 
my mind. For a moment I thought I was in the storming of the Bastille. I 
could see not one Madame and Monsieur DeFarge running around, but seemingly 
thousands of them. I could hear Madame DeFarge cry, "To me, women 1 ?fe can 
kill as well as the men when txiis place is taken," I could see the living 
sea rise, wave on wave, depth on deptn. I could see the Bastille criLmbling 
under the powerful onslaught of the emaciated, starved French people as they 
rushed pell-mell into the interior of the prison. iVhen I regained my com- 
posure I thought of my wife as we hs.d been separated in the mob. Finally I 
spotted her near the outer edge. 

Suddenly a well dressed figure zoomed past me and rushed toward the 
clerks who were giving out the soajj powder. To my amazement it was the old 
gentleman, "my hero." He had completely "gone to pieces" at the sight of 
soap powder J had left tne casliier's line and was in the thick of the mob. I 
I could see him as he clutched the powder and dashed madly back toward the 

cashier. In his hurry to get in line with his prize, he crashed into my 



wife, knocking ber into another shopper's heavily laden cart, partially up- 
setting it. A huge jar of strawberry preserves fell out of the cert onto 
the floor, crashing in an ugly megs. The old gentleman did not bother to 
stop or utter one word of apology, but as he walked away he wore a look of 
shame and utter disgrace. 

Such was shopping in America, the "land of plenty," on a Friday night 
when shortages made life interesting. 



Abie 



■ ^ Fne day Abie was on guard duty at Camp Shanks, Nev; York, humors 
came around tciat ^e were going overseas the next day. Abie heard the news 
and ne was off. The sergeant looked ail over for Abie and could not find 
him, but discovered his rifle in the snow near the latrine. Farther down 
the road he found Abie's rifle-belt and helmet. The sergeant sent out a 
descrii^tion of Abie and one hoiir later little Abie was dragged into camp. 

When Abie heard the overseas rumor he thought he would like to stay 
in Brooklyn a while longer, and tliat was the reason why he had disappeared. 
He just had to go home. 

The next day all the boys were lined up and ready to marcn to the 
boat. Someone yelled, "Wait a minute, fellows, — — — -where »s Abie?" 

A detail of men were sent out in search of Abie and tney found him 
hiding under an officer's bed. He was taken to the boat at the point of 
a bayonet. 

After a two-week trip on a beautiful freighter we landed in France. 
There was Abie, first to hit tne beach. Who shoved Abie off the gang- 
planti? 

In France Abie dug one six-by-six after another six-by-six for pu- 
nishment. After a while he had to stop digging because he almost dxig up 
the whole company area. 

The company got orders to move up to the 
front lines. Under cover of darkness the men 
crept into position. Many were killed and many 
captured that night. The next day tiie captain 




took count of the men, kmong the missing was Abie, Fho saw Abie last? 

News came that the Krauts had got some American uniforms and were 
trying to sneak into our lines. All the men were warned and -were told to 
keep a watctiful eye for them, i. few hours after the news we heard a series 
of shots, I looked out of the window and saw o. little fellow dressed in 

an American uniform pusiiing a baby carriage, I looked &^ain end, yes ~ 

it was Abie. 

Abie told the ca^^tain tiiat he was tired, so he went into the German 
lines to rest. The equiu33::ent was too heavy to carry, so he acquired a 
baby carriage to bring the equijpment in. The captain asked Abie if he 
saw any German activity going on in th.eir lines, Abie said, "No, tut gee, 
Capt,, there is & herring factory over there, and boy, sre the herring 
good . " 

The ca^^tain kept Abie near hini so tiat he v.-ouldn't get into any more 
trouble. One night the cai;tain heard e noise outside of the house, Fo 
one would go out to see- who was there, Abie opened trje door, walked out 
and yelled, "Key, is anyone out there?" He walked back into the house 
and Sfiid, "Don't worry, Capt,, there isn't anyone out there.", 

The company moved on and captured a to^ii called Krondroff , The cap- 
tain looked all over for a fellow who could interpret German for iiim, 
Abie told the captain tiiat he knew tne language, but the captain didn't 
?'ant to give Abie the job as interpreter. The captain had a navd. time 
trying to get tije Kraute to understand what te was trying to tell them. He 
finally md to give in, end so Abie got the job as interpreter. The next 
few v/eeks Abie walked around like e general. If he sry h Krelut sitting down 
he would yell et him and really made the Kraut jump, ^bie got too big for 



hi£ shoes and he thci;;ght he coiild make the G.I.'s juisp also. One day he 
tried to make them jmap. They jximped &il right: thej jumped all over him. 

As the days went on Abie got into more trouble. The captain sv;ore 
and declared that he would send Abie to the Soutn Pacific. Pn order csrae 
dofm from headquarters requesting ten men for South Pacific duty. Of 
course Abie's name was put at the top of the list. 

Poor Abie packed his bags and told the captain tJriat he would have 
the last laugh on hici. 

Abie left and no one iieard anytliing from him or about him. One day 
a card came to the captain saying, "Hello, Capt., the orders were changed 
and we were sent home. It is really nice out here in Brooklyn.. Ha ha. 

Your boy, 
Abie" 



One Day 



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ome with me to the little to?.!! of Lib oca wan, snuggled in the moun- 
tains of CzechosloveJs.ia'& Sudetenlend, It is about five o'clock in the 
morning, and bitter cold. Walking through the narrow snony streets we come 
to an old building with a high barbed vdre fence around it. le follow tlie 
fence around to the back of tije house until we come upon tiie Geriaan guard. 
He is just unlocking the fence gate. Let us follow him and see vhere he is 
going. In front of us is a big iron door, secured with a padlock which the 
guard unfastens. 

We enter into another room which is dimly lighted. All around the room 
there are double-decked beds lined up close together. The guard turns on 
all the lights and yells "aufstehen" (get up). Slowly everyone crawls out. 
We see most of tte men hs-ve their clothes on and for a good reason as they 
have only two thin blankets apiece. In the meantime some of the men ere 
washing themselves with cold water from a tank in the entry way. As the 
Germans have cut the coal ration there is no coal for hot water and very 
little for heating purposes. We ask some of the men wlaat outfits they were 
in. One says, "Twenty-sixth Division," another, "The First," and many other 
divisions are mentioned. 

Soon we hear the call to come and get coffee. The men all line up with 
their lerge soup bowls and march outdoors to the cook-house window where 
their bowls are filled with coffee made from 
chestnuts. They also receive a small ration of 
doughy dark bread with a minute pat of margtirine 
on it. By tids time a fire, made of bed slats. 




has been built in a stove th&t is on one side of the room. The men have 
croi?ded eround it, trying to absorb the heat and toast their bread. It is 
so soggy tiiat part of it sticks on the side of the stove. With breakfast 
over, the men tidy up the place a bit with brooms made out of branches. 
There we see a fellow eating some of the burnt pieces of bread tiiat stuck 
on tlie side of the stove. Most of the men are very gaunt looking and their 
clothes heixg on them. 

The guard returns and everyone puts on wlriat clothes he has as it is time 
to go to work. They arti a motley looking crew. Some are wearing their army 
clothes and others a mixture of clothes issued by the Jerrys when they took 
the men's uniforms away. All the clotiiing is marked with an orange triangle 
which identifies the owner as a prisoner of war. It is still dark as the 
men march out into the bitter cold morning and line up in columns of fours. 
Three German guards, who are between fifty and sixty-five years old, count 
tte men. There are sixty-seven men in the work crew this morning. Two 
cooks and a helper stay behind to prepare the noon soup. 

We follow tiie men some three miles along the snowy road until we come 
to the foot of a steep mountain. After a short climb we reach the office 
and tiie stone crusher buildings where the men work. They are put in a room 
under the office. At seven tiie whistle blows and the men file out and line 
up to be put in different detfcdls. One group goes to work in tiie stone 
crusher building, another to the first level of the mountain and to the job 
of loading stone to be sent to the crusher. 

We will go with the group tiiat works on the top level. We scramble 
up a slippery path until we reach the top. The side of the mountain towers 
above us for two hundred or more feet. From here we can clearly see the 
Elbe river as it winds its way tiirough the valley to Prtigue. 



The men are recounted and paired off. Their job is breaking and load- 
ing stone into large steel cars -which run on tracks. The men are required 
to put out nine cars per man per day but very few ever put out their quota. 
When a car is full it is sent by cable down to the crusher where the stone 
is crushed to make fill for railroad beds. At 9:50 there is a half hour 
break while the civilian bosses iiave an early lunch. The hungry men sit a- 
round watching wrJ.le tlieir stomachs beat a tfettoo against their backbones. 
By twenty-tiiirty the soup has arrived and the men do a quick job of licking 
their bowls clean of tiie watery soup made of woody turnips. Back to work 
they go and at five o'clock are ready to return to the foot where they are 
again recounted. 

A tired group of men walk back to tiie dingy barbed wire enclosures. 
They line up for another bowl of turnip soup and a small handful of boiled 
pig pot&toes. After eating, some men go to bed, others read their Bibles 
or sew their clothing. The cook brings in a basket of turnip peelings and 
the men make quick work of them. Not a scrap is left. Let us listen in on 
a group of men sitting around a practically cold stove, Tl:ie main theme of 
conversation is food and all the things they are going to eat when they 
get home. At eleven they go to bed and all is quiet. We now take leave 
after spending a day at a prisoner of war hard labor camp. 



A Memorable Tiiariksgiving 



Jj^ ^ hanksgiving day of 1944 has left me -,eith an impression and a 
memory that I would rather have blotted out of my mind. 

Jack and I had been standing in a continuous downpour since twelve 
o'clock. "It is nearly tine that the big meal should be brought up, isn't 
it?" said Jack, I nodded, but at tliat time my mind wasn't very much con- 
cerned with food. Several hours of soggy misery iiad done its i?rork on my 
morale. The heavy weight of my clothing, as I walked back and forth striv- 
ing to attain some heat from somewhere, was an ominous burden to rae. The 
feeling of the water rushing between my toes had also caused me to lose 
interest in what we were going to have for Thanksgiving dinner. 

Nine hours later Jack and I were still there and beginning to feel 
the very useiessness of the situation. By now we had both come to the 
place where we had to engage in a false gaity to bear the very atmosphere. 
I started to work on Jack with an old line. "Jack," I said, "you know 
you'll never have to go to the Pacific after this mess is over. You look 
too much like a Jap and you yould be mistaken for one by our own troops." 
Jack had a come-back. He was one who always had a word for every word re- 
ceived. 

Ey this time a truck from company headquarters had arrived with a 
meai which we never knew too much about. The 
rain was coming down hard now. The cook placed 
an assortment of tilings in our messkits which 
the darkness prevented us from seeing. We ate 
t\irkey while rain diluted the gravy. We carried 




on our gay banter. We ipere all actors now. Some of tiae others joined 
Jack and me in our meal. 

One more hour had passed and with it a never-to-be-forgotten rceal, 
but this Thanksgiving day left its impression upon me in a more unfor- 
gettable way. Jack would never go to the Pacific no?;. He had finished 
his tour of duty. 



■TfV y vir Opportunity, wMch could heppen once in a life-time, was to 
visit Mount Zugspitz and view the scenery of tiae Bavarian Alps. Fe were 
dressed for sub-zero weather, after being forewarned by native guides of tte 
expectancies found at 6,900 meters nearer the sky. Our equijjinent included 
heavy boots which -gave us an elephsnt-like v,-&lk:. 

On arrival at Hotel Sheerhausen, I went to the exit leading to the ski 
course, and with almost as much caution as a ground hog emerging from his 
winter hibernation on the first day of spring, I opened the door and stepped 
out into a ferocious, cutting, wind driven snowstorm. One cannot imagine 
the fierce stinging of these crystalline stratospheric morsels against my 
unprotected cheeks. Utter determination tc experience the ttirill of ski- 
troopers motivated me to take tte superb ski course of the Bavarian Alps. 

Adverse weather conditions slov/ed down my progress toward my ultimate 
goal. The pressure of the storm against ny frosty nostrils made breathing 
increasingly difficult for my lumgs had already helf collapsed with the sud- 
den change of aititiade. 

Our guide, like a Moorish lady, peered tiirough a slot in his drar?string 
hood and stood by giving tlie necessary instructions. 

Once the spring-jaws of the ski clamps he^d been adjusted to my boots, 
I pushed off in the tracks of the preceding expedition^iry soldier. Above 
the rusiiing noise of a hundred Niagara Falls, I could just make out the 
seemingly whispered instructions of Herr Sorra, our guide. ^^ 

The half vertical and half horizontal des- 
cent of the slope tensed the muscles in my legs in 
combination of a sitting and standing position 
with my right ski uppermost on tlie ridge, I had 




no conception of tlie vastness of space in this huge bowl of powdered flxjff . 

For the instant everytliing hed been obliterated before me and a phobia 
came over me when I realized no one was in the vicinity. The tracks turned 
and lience I pivoted and plunged in an attempt to locate a fellow skier. 
"Lost I" was Bjy only impression. In my desperation a catastrophe befell me. 
Like the crack of -splitting atoms the world seemed to come to an end. I 
awoke to find myself in a grotesque combination of arms, legs, skiis and 
ski poles. 

You can imagine my surprise to find both my buddy and the instructor 
standing over me, laughing as if I were & freak in a sideshow. 

There was one ultimatum before me. With body rigidity increased to 
muscular stiffness I circled in the direction of the hotel, leaving behind 
a distinct herring bone pattern on the new fallen court. 

For the remainder of my scenic excursion I was grateful to be able to 
vievv the Alps from a more peaceful but not so exciting standpoint. 



Wl^r I Like the Army 



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bile dreaming of e&ting e turkey dinner, I was rolled out of bed. 
Wiien I Mt the floor I was told very politely tr^at reveille teixi been blown 
ten fliinutes before. 

The sergeants were vevy considerate. They take care of you as yoiir own 
mother would. Of course, the laess sergeant was equally kind. He made me a 
special breakfast of herd bread and jam and then I was assigned to K.?. for 
two weeks. 

Hil^ new father really was a fine fellow. Being broke, I thought I 
would ask my father for a couple of dollars. I went straight into his office 
without knocking. Did I come out fast at the end of his shoe J My new fa- 
ther did not like me very much after I told the boys about the woman who was 
on his lap. 

Of course I knew tiiat I iiad one friend, the chaplain. So I went to him 
and told him all about my trouble. Patting me on the shoulder he then told 
me all of his troubles. The poor man lived in a barracics of ungodly of- 
ficers and they siirely tried to raake o. fool of hira. His wife was in a hos- 
pital dying and he could not get a week-end pass to see her. My new friend 
had not been paid for five months and he did not nave enough for a cup of 
coffee. So with tears in lay eyes I left to write to my girl friend for 
some word of encouragement. 

Then came the day triat we he-d always waited 
for, pay day. After waiting in line for two 
hours we were given a fine speech, and at the 
end our officer said we would not get paid until 




next montn. My real love for tiie Army came when we bad our first shots. 
The "trained technician," who had been in the .Army for traree days, stepped 
back two feet and plunged tne needle into my arm T;ith his gentle touch. 
After my arm was rubbed down, I again had the pleasure of feeling the won- 
derfiil number twenty-t'so needle as it broke the skin tissue, slipping through 
the fatty tissues -into tne bone of my arm. All was fine. After having my 
twelve overseas shots, I knew I could make it, no matter what Isappened. 

Of course, no boat was too good for us: we went over on a luxury li- 
ner. There was everytxiing on this ship even to a swimming pool. Some of 
our men even had a chance to sleep in it on five decker beds. Our room was 
beautiful, painted in green and trimmed in gold. We received nothing but 
the best, mostly nothing, but sometimes we had stewed tomatoes for one of 
our two meals a day. Then at supper we hs-d one potato with a special treat, 
spam. Of course the boat's P.X. had plenty of candy in it at a dime a bar. 

When I was disdiarged, a sergeant asked me whether I would like to re- 
iniist. I said, "No, tiiank you. I like the i^rmy too much." 



Freshman Girls in Sport& 



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rt the Freshffian class of 1946-47 several fresliman girls proved 
outstanding in sports. Without these girls society competition v/ould hsve 
been less fun. Traditionally, Freshman girls add a greet deal of enthu- 
siasm, and tlds year as no exception. 

Thinking of our favorite girl's sport, basketball comes to our minds 
first, We find J 

Martiva Maybtiry - tall, iilpha... agile despite tlie height. 

Ciiarlotte Adams - Alpha stsr forward... agressive.,, right there v/hen 
needed, 

Aleda V/atts - Beta and proud of it.., alive, fest... promising guard, 

Janice Giles - tall, rangy guard... excellent ball handler... one of 
the Beta hopes for the futiire, 

Margaret Taylor - alv^ays under the basket... steady, cooperative. 

""''ry Plumb - short... "good tilings come in small packages".,, alifays 
in there trj^ing, 

Elaine Long - tliis one's a Gaminsi,., constantly improving. 

Neldfi Vidt - Another Gamma,,, teamwork,. , plays he.rd. 

These girls have made a definite contribution to atliletics at E,N.C. 




Freshmen Fellows in Sports 



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he athletic program at Eastern Nazarene College offers a variety 
of sports to those yjho are sport minded. This year, as in years past, the 
freshmen fellows have made the headlines in sport talk. 

Just after school started last Fall, our attention was focused on the 
"pigskin". Football was a game that attracted many talented freshmen. Such 
names as Larry Watkins, Roy McLain, and Cliff Keys were favorite freshmen 
ball carriers, and a snappy, exciting season was clinched by the Gamma boys 
who nosed out the fighting Betas, Vifho knows? It may be a different stoiy 
next year. 

Just after Thanksgiving came basketball. Every Friday night the gym- 
nasium was packed to the limit with cheering students. Cliff Walton, Ken 
Yoder, and Larry Watkins upheld the freshman prestige on the basketball court, 
and kept the referees panting as they advanced the ball from basket to basket. 

After the basketball" title had been received by the Gammas, spring was 
already here, at least the calendar said so, Th^ say that in the spring a 
young man's fancy turns to "the finer things in life," However, the fresh- 
men fellows attenpted to find time for a little baseball to keep in shape. 
The beautiful New England weather was gracious enough to allow quite a number 
of eventful games. 

Besides these major sports, freshmen fellows took active part in ping- 
pong, weight lifting, and tennis. And so once again, 
the freshmen of 19U6-19U7 have upheld their prede- 
cessors' traditional activities in sports, and are 
looking forward to an eventful season in the year to 
come. 




Hits And Bits 

^1 ) ariety is in evidence to a great extent in our class. We aren't 
all going in the same direction vrtien we leave school. We are full of ideas 
aal the determination to carry them out. 

Looking at figures can sometimes be of interest. Would-be preachers 
head our list. Thirty-five of our class have signified their intentions 
of becoming ministers, twenty-three are headed for the classroom as teachers, 
thirteen are to be missionaries and thirteen to be nurses. Ten of our class 
are looking to the field of medicine. Thirteen have chosen science and 
engineering fields, and thirty-three are still undecided. 

While looking at figures lets look at some vital statistics of our 
class. Forty-one of us are veterans which somendiat raises our average age 
to about twenty-one. We have a proportion made up of experience on one hand 
and the freshness and vitality of recent high school graduates on the other. 
Our writings have had a G, I. flavor. We have had an opportunity to write 
of real persons and places. 

The Junior Miss of our class is a great big girl of ninety-two pounds, 
but on the other hand our number one Big Stoop hits 235, 

The members of our class came from fourteen states ranging from Maine 
to Florida to California so you can see that we are a representative group. 
We came from different directions and we shall go in different directions 
when we leave here, but all of us are heading for the same home station. 



Freshman H\jmor 

We enjoy a laugh now and then. Perhaps we should have laughed long 
ago at these, but here goes ar^rway. 

Senator ThoH5>son thinks that the following lines express his sentiments 
quite well: 

TlWien you're away, I am restless, lonely. 
Wretched, bored, dejected^ 
But here's the rub, iny darling dear, 
I feel the same when you are here, 

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Larry Watkins thinks a synonym is a word to use when you can't spell 
the other one, Larry uses lots of synonyms. 

The day before Christmas vacation began. Prof, Lunn surprised his 
history class by springing a quiz on than. The question asked wass What 
was the cause for the fall of Rome, Caught off guard. Ken Yoder wrote on 
his paper: "God knows, I don't, Meriy Christmas, Prof. Lunn," On his 
return. Ken found the following remark on his paper: "God gets 100, You 
get 0, Happy New Year," 

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Prof, Spangenberg as well as the entire Rhetoric A class were amused 
one day, when Hariy Felter began his speech by addressing: "Mr, Chairmai, 
worthy opponents, fellow classmates and Miss SpangenberGER, " 

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Little Ollie was almost through her nightly prayer... "Bless my dad(fy, 
bless my Mom, bless Aunt Bessie, and please make Boston, Mass, the capital 
of the USA." 

"Why, darlingl" exclaimed her shocked mother, "Why did you say such a 
thing?" 

"Because," answered Ollie, as she settled down for the night, "That»s 
what I put on my examination paper • 

Our veterans are pretty good at making speeches, the kind that are 
like a Texas steer, a point here and a point there, with a lot of bull in 
between. 

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M urs is a glorious future. We have goals and the assurance that 
we can reach them. We have Christ— Aether it is to be preacher, teacher, 
doctor, missionary, nurse, or chCTiist, we feel that we can aid B.N.C. dur- 
ing our preparation. We can work to insure that the high standards we now 
have are continued. Some of us have written of our place in the future. 
We present these ideas to you in the themes that close this book. 



My Call 

■J o do the perfect will of Gtod is the sole ambition of my life. 
To use what few talents I have for His Kingdom and my fellow man is my 
determination. I am grateful to my Grod for the privilege of being called 
as one of His missionaries. 

Ever since a small child I have felt the hand of God upon my life. 
At fifteen I was converted and one year later I received the baptism of 
the Holy Spirit as I dedicated my life to the Christian ministry. For 
several months following that a lingering desire to go to India as a mis- 
sionary filled my mind. Then one day I read an account of David Livingston' s 
life and ministry in Africa. 

God who apparently had other designs for my life, impressed this story 
upon my mind so that I could not evade the issue. Finally after much prayer 
and meditation, I accepted what I believe to be God's will for me, — a 
missionary to Africa. But all the details were not settled then. I had 
often entertained the desire of becoming a doctor of medicine. God reveal- 
ed to me how much greater service I could be in that land of disease if I 
were to study medicine also. And so I am trusting God that He will aid me 
in this dual preparation of saving souls and lives. This task appeared 
Herculean at first, and, may I add, many times it still does, 

I believe that the world today is in grave need of more Christian 
doctors. Doctors who not only understand the mind 
and bodies of men but aleo the need of their souls. 
May God grant that mai^ young prospective mission- 
aries will realize that a knowledge of medicine 
gives added opportunity of service to humanity and 'yr\& 
truly be angels of light on errands of mercy. 




How I Can Serve God in Nursing 

A| k solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this 
assembly to pass ny life and purity and to practice ny profession faith- 
fully, I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous and 
will not take or knowingly administer any haimful drug. I will do all in 
my power to maintain and elevate the standard of ny profession and will 
hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all 
family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With 
loyalty will I endeavor to aid the physician in his work and devote myself 
to the welfare of those committed to my care," -- The Florence Nightingale 
pledge. 

This pledge is what each nurse takes when she enters her profession, 
A Christian girl can live this pledge best because it tells of purity, of 
being faithful, loyal, devoted, and of maintaining and elevating the stan- 
dard of nursing,. To do these things to the best of one's ability she would 
need to be a Christian, 

Hilhen I take this pledge I want to live ty it and let the light that I 
have shine before those that I come in contact with, 

I feel nursing is one of the greatest and most sacrificial professions 
there is. The nurse that first enters training can start serving God around 
the other student nurses and supervisors. They will be able to see Christ in 
her and her service of love for others. Although a nurse is not permitted to 
speak of the Word of God to her patients she can 
still show it in her work and by giving them a word 
of cheer, 

"When the day of graduation comes for the nurse 
there are a greater nimiber of ways to serve God in 




her profession. The nurse who has been called ty God to do medical mission- 
ary work in a foreign field has a marvelous opportunity in reaching souls. 
In helping to heal the ill she is able to do personal evangelism. 

Another career the graduate nurse can take is that of a Visiting Nurse. 
This is another great opportunity to reach the sin sick world. As a Visiting 
Nurse she will go into poor homes and she can serve God by helping them and 
bettering their living conditions. Here she has met those who are poor, dis- 
couraged, and ill J ard what better opportunity could she have to tell them 
of Christ, 

The graduate nurse can also go out as a private nurse into homes of 
invalids. Again she has a marvelous opportunity to live a Christian life 
before the invalid, and to offer him a word of encouragement, God, the great 
Physician, can work through the nurse. 

The poon. To Be a Nurse , by Phyllis Robinson is a typical poem of a nurse, 

"To be a nurse is to walk with God, 

Along the path that our Master trod. 

To soothe the aching of human pain. 

To faithfully serve for little gain. 

To lovingly do the kindly deed, 

A cup of water to one in need, 

A tender hand on a fevered brow, 

A wojrd of cheer to the living now. 

To reach the soul through its body's woej 

Ahi that is the way that God wovild go. 

Oh, white-capped girl in service true. 

Our great Physician's v/orking thro' you." 



Why Must I Preach? 

■ I hoiigh my mother was an evangelist and I had been brought up in a 
Christian home, preaching was the most remote of all my ambitions when T en- 
tered high school. I had dreams of becoming a successful business man with 
a home and all the luxuries which come with success and wealth. Preaching 
•B?as a vocation to be avoided, as far as I was concerned. 

After my graduation from high school, my desire to work and make money 
led me to a job in the steel mill which was at that time making war ma- 
terials. Money iiad become tne god of my life and spiritually I began to 
coast along. Before many mont.QS had passed, I had become cold and indif- 
ferent concerning the church and spiritual life, 

I was in this run-down spiritual condition when greetings from the late 
President Roosevelt directed me to an examining boiird for entrance into the 
araiy. It did not take me long to realize tnat to be a Ciiristian in the Army 
one must take his stand immediately or trials and temptations would force 
every drop of spiritual blood from iiis soul. 

Training in tne United States went along quickly. At last I was on my 
way. The Golden Gate Bridge passed from my sight and I was bound for Aus- 
tralia. We remained tLere a month. Fe were then told to prepare for our 
entry into the combat area. There came a sense of fear and consternation 
over me, but in my heart there was a faith in God which I felt xould see 
me through the ordeal of facing death, if ne- 
cessary. 

Among the thoughts ofiiome, family and 
country, there came the pressing desire to get 




alone with God and pray until I touched Heaven. The noisy movie going on, 
fellows singing in the service club, snd the chattering of men discussing 
possible combat experiences meant notMng to me. I must get alone with 
God I I walked in the Eoonlight under the palm trees to a spot where the 
disturbance from tiie service club would not hinder my meditation, Alone, 
yet not alone, for God had preceeded me there and was welting to comfort, 
to cheer, end most unejcpectedly for me, to call me to preach. 

I had come to make my petitions known to God, but Ee had a request 
to make of me, "Will you preach the Gospel?" I was shocked at the defi- 
nite tone of tije call, I did not want to preach, but tliree days from tiiat 
time there was combat and possible death to face. Trifling with the call 
of God was im.possible, and the presence of God was so manifest that mj 
whole being said one big 'yes', with that 'yes' came a flood of glory 
over over my soul tinat sh&,ll never forgotten be. It was as though a splash- 
ing, gurgling, joyous stream had been poured over e^ spirit from the very 
tiiTone of God, God load not only called, but there and then repaid me a 
hundred fold for obedience to I^s call. 

I faced combfct and death with confidence and faith that God had called 
me, and }fe v.oiild brirg me back to carry out His plan for my life. 

Why should I preach? My answer comes with confidence and assurance: 
"God had called me." It is my duty to preach. It is my joy to preach be- 
cause preaching for me is being in the center of God's will. It is my 
earnest desire to be able tu say with the apostle Paul when I come to tiie 
end of life, "I iiave fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have 
kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteous- 
ness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day." 



Why I Want To Be A Miesionary 



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^1 P ne evening six studects were discussing a most important question: 
Tfhat is meant by & divine call? A young ledy remarked that she always re- 
membered a missionary's definition of ttds expression. I, too, was im- 
pressed by the interpretation and wish to pass it on. The missionary seid 
that one may know he has a call if he sees a great need and feels he can do 
something about it. Have you such a call? I have. 

Until the spring of 1852 I h£id lived for sin and self. I am afraid the 
history of my life up to tiiat point was not coEi,limentary, I was sixteen 
when I heard for the first tice that I hfid a soul to save, that there v,fas a 
Hell to shun, end a Heaven to gain. By means of a quiet, saintly life lived 
by a humble colored girl, I Tjas broioght under conviction for my sin. Feel- 
ing keenly my need of a Savior, I Jbastened to give my heart to Christ. In- 
stantaneously life took on new meaning. In that moment I realized that life 
•was more than "vanity and vexation of spirit." My eyes were opened and I 
saw that I was here for a purpose, namely, to glorify God ejid to do His 
will. 

One day after healing tiie maniac of Godara, Jesus said to him, "Go home 
to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, 
and hath compassion on thee." And the man departed and began to publish the 
great things Jesus had done for him. I, like- 
wise, went home and published the great things 
Jesus had done for me and the compassion He had 
on me. After six montiris of earnest praying and 
consistent Christian living, I nad seen five 




members of my feusily accept Christ &s their Savior. Oh, the thrill of 
bringing otners to Christ 1 There is no other thrill like it J 

I ask, is there any greater work, is there ary higner calling than that 
of Christ to preach the Gospel to every creature? Perhaps it is not ne- 
cessary to go iiito detail about the rich profit attached to this type of 
sejrvice. Suffice it to say, the reward is great. ¥ihen I think of the ?vorth 
of a hiiman soul, (Jesus said a soul was worth more than the ^' hole world) and 
when I see and hear of multitudes perishing without Christ, I kno?; why I 
want to be a missionary. When I see br .ken hearts mended, broken homes re- 
united, liars made truthful, thieves made honest, drunkards made sober, 
black hearts made white, I knoF vb^ I want to be a missionary. When I see 
changed lives, transforaed criaracters, nev. creations in Christ Jesus, I know 
why I want to be a Diission^iry. I want others to share tids wonderful sal- 
vation. I want others to come to know Him whom to know aright is life eter- 
nal, I want to give without stint and with infinite yearning to the salva- 
tion of men. Words of Charles Wesley's hymn express my feeling: 

"To serve the present age, 
ISy calling to fulfill; 
may it all iry powers engage. 
To do my Master's will,'-